At that moment Frannie Annie, the biggest and whitest and
quietest rabbit in the Bears’ Home Front Brigade, spoke up from her spot on the
highest shelf. “You seem to have some kind of riddle down there,” Fran observed
innocently.

“… Stuffed sole? Society of Logistics Engineers?
Orthodics? …”

“Wir mussen, we must learn where the Unobtainium is inside
of hummingbirds. Der alien sagt, says that it is ‘Insoles’, but we don’t
understand.”

“… Insolation? Insolia? Doug Insole? Insolence? …”
continued Schlepp.

“Oh,” exclaimed Fran, “That’s easy--in their souls.”

“Inso…” Schlepp froze in mid-syllable. Fran was exactly
right. The Unobtainium was in the hummingbirds’ tiny but brave souls.

Not a sound could be heard. Terrance, Louie, Roberta, Newport,
Lightfeather, and Schlepp were transfixed with the simple correctness of the
idea.

“How you know?” asked Roberta when she was able to engage
her lips to speak.

“When I was a young rabbit at the Baba Center in Myrtle
Beach, we meditated often about Meher Baba and how to understand without
speaking. You know he went for 44 years without uttering a sound. We learned
to hear the inner meanings of things.”